Nothing ever happens in this dirty hick town   The bar is always closed and now the hookers all are gone   Now church is entertainment and prozac is the drug   Going out of my mind, start to changing things around      I've got gallons of blood   Can't remember where it's from   Just clippings on the wall   I guess it's stuff that I've done      I've got to paint this town red   I've got to paint this town red   I've got to paint this town red      How ironic, I'm bored and all erotic   Just sitting around all day, just plotting how to die   Wasting time, cracking fingers, my blood gets thinner by the minute   Sometimes I feel that I am dead      Distant memories haunt me   It truly seems like a dream   Like a dead man's song   A machine with no conscience      I've got to paint this town red   I've got to paint this town red   I've got to paint this town red   I've got to paint this town red   I've got to paint this town red      "It really seems like a dream"      Like a dead man's song   I'm just the machine with no conscience   Like a dead man's song   Living in a dirty hick town      I've got to paint this town red   I've got to paint this town red   I've got to paint this town red   I've got to paint this town red   I've got to paint this town red